week 1

[vicedirector]

seven vices week 1 ♫ monday - thursday Monday morning begins just like the rest, slow and uneasy. At 12pm, every television will go off with its usual bout of static, followed by a calm, albeit disinterested, voice. "Please gather in the hotel lobby within the next hour." That's all that it says before the televisions turn off. Anyone not in their rooms will hear the voice echoing around them as if through a speaker system, although there are (still) no speakers present. Curiously, anyone who has spoken with Miata for any period of time during the past week will notice that the voice coming from the television and her own do not match up. Come Tuesday, the footsteps around the void will begin drifting away from it. The pitter-patter of feet can be heard when standing outside the clinic and chapel as well. On top of the food that was added to the kitchen last week, spaghetti noodles and tomato sauce is now available. You're welcome, Papyrus. >Mingle? This is Week 1's mingle log, covering Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday. Investigations will go up on Friday. When posting toplevels, specify the time and location. If you plan on having any private conversations between characters, remember to let us know in the post linked below. cast setting rulebook profiles private conversations

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[okuri]

...because I don't want to live. [ Neither did he want to die, when you got down to it. His real wish was non-existence.]

[crazily]

Ahh, such optimism does warm my heart... It's very difficult being so elderly, you know!

[ But he smiles teasingly, since he's not being serious here.... Probably... ]

I am glad you think I at least look healthy! I can dream of days where I was still young and spry, at least, since your advice is certainly the secret to youth.

[dhaosu]

[ What is he to say to something like that? He's never heard a human voice such a thing, and yet, here it is. Whatever his reasons, it was still surprising.

However, even though he racks his brain for something proper to say. Sometimes, well, there isn't. Not at this moment, at least. ]

Very well...farewell for now.

[ Ending that with a nod he makes his move to leave. ]

1/2

[sobowtor]

[Poland turns her head and!

There's Lithuania.]

[fourleafcleaver]

Monday, pool
[Eventually Clover is going to be forced to function past her complete lack of impulse control and acknowledge and be upset by this time garbage, but now is not that time. She's riding the high of invulnerability and now is not even close to that time, instead now is the time to disregard absolutely everyone else in or near the pool and cannonball right in.

No one so tiny should be able to splash so much water all over the place.]


Wednesday, outside
[Hey, look who's dressed appropriately for the weather for once! Kind of. She should probably be wearing real boots but those heels of hers give her too much extra height for her to imagine giving them up.

The cabin fever's finally getting to her something fierce, though. If her having spent the past, god, who the hell even knows anymore, trudging around in the snow back and forth between different buildings looking pissy wasn't indication enough, her stopping to yell in frustration and kick a pile of snow will probably do the trick.]

Ugh! I've been out of things to do for weeks! [She shakes snow off her long skirt as aggressively as someone can do something like that. It's like she's been practicing.] No wi-fi and all the time in the world. This is hell. This is literally hell.


Thursday, kitchen
[Okay, so, trying to cook like this? Nnnoooooot her best idea. Rarely does Clover really have a good idea, but this was not her best idea. It's easy to forget about whatever you've got going in the oven when your pot of water on the stove is taking three days to start boiling.

So there's smoke billowing out of the kitchen door right now. Inside there's water spraying down from the ceiling even though there's not actually a visible sprinkler system even when the smoke isn't obscuring everything. And if you listen closely you can hear high-pitched squeaky shrieking and swearing.]


Throughout the week, various
[Hey, hey you. The person doing pretty much anything that isn't just, like, standing around or eating. People doing actual activities. People in transit between doing actual activities, even. Here comes Clover, heels going clickclickclick as she skitters over.]

Hey! Hey, what's going on over here? Up to something interesting? [Not having to worry about her safety means she's already trying to figure out a way to butt her way into everything going on ever, because goodness gracious is she getting bored.]


Wildcard
[Clover can be found everywhere all the time, desperately trying to find something to do and/or making a nuisance of herself in general because it's still really cool that acts of violence just, like, bounce off of her, that's amazing get over here and hit her. CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE hit me up on Plurk if you need anything!]

2/2

[sobowtor]

[Poland scrambles onto the table, laying on it sideways and propping her head up with her arm to block the cupcake display with her entire body.

She tries to look as inconspicuous as possible. Laying across the kitchen table.]

... 'sup?

[Nailed it.]

[muties]

Well, I used to have lots of pumpkins lyin' around? I appearified them all the time, house was full of 'em.

[ because that sentence makes perfect sense ]

Ok, let's try a different word since you're weird... Apple.

[sobowtor]

Um, are you kidding me? [She gestures to the half eaten cupcake in his hand.]

What the hell, yourself!

[fourleafcleaver]

Hopefully none of us need it, but it's kinda dangerous to be that sure of yourself.

[fourleafcleaver]

Jerk!

[Are they doing this??? They're doing this.]

[fourleafcleaver]

I mean we've gotta get you whipped into shape! This is a bad place to not be able to even, like, start to throw a punch in.

[pause] And we'd better make sure you get the shoe-tying thing down, too.

[This is her version of concern.]

[fourleafcleaver]

I'm just saying, if we're all gonna be stuck in the same terrible boat, it's not bad to be one of the people they least want dead.

[jackhole]

[ rhys' eyes widen and he takes a step back, hand going to the stun baton attached to his belt. then, he glares. he's not stupid, this kid apparently has some powers and that kind of pisses him off too (why is everything here so weird -- it's worse than that shithole, pandora!) but he doesn't really have a death wish. ]

You'll die just as quick if you go fall down some stairs. [ rhys, holy shit. shut up. ] Look, whatever you're going to do -- don't. I want to live and if you take me down with your stupid death wish, that's -- that's freggin' messed up, bro!

[jackhole]

Oh. [ . . . ] Fair, I guess.

[ has zero clear what "appearified" means but okay. he's glad for the change of word though because uh... that awkward moment when pumpkin is kind of a pet name a certain someone has for rhys?! whoops. ]

Apple. I can do apple. Uh, red? Red's my word.

wednesday

[fourleafcleaver]

[Heeeeyy, key player pal. Clover's running out of places to explore, and she's taking full advantage of her immunity while she's got it, so here she is, actually all bundled up for once.]

I'm not even sure it's fair to call a lot of this "basic" when it's falling apart this bad. Like, you gotta have a standard.

[princessantly]

Ah... you do feel all right, though? [ No aches?? ]

[okuri]

[ Oddly enough, Yoite can appreciate the silence and the plain goodbye. It was more familiar than extended conversations filled with nuances.

He nods in turn, and matches the farewell.]

Goodbye.

Tuesday Morning

[takanome]

Morning!

[Takao has just come back inside from his Morning Run and wow that was terrible it took a week like summer vacation before high school, when his middle school basketball team didn't have a training camp and he was just outside running in parallel with riverbanks all by himself. The worst, one out of five stars, would not recommend. He is perfectly happy to get tugged, fall into step with some other person for once, though it has an effect on his footwork. Man, is this how the taller boys on his team actually feel? Is this incredibly long morning how adults feel when they start needing coffee.]

No, I haven't. Is there anything new?

Tuesday

[takanome]

[Well, Hanyuu looks as cute today as she did during the party. Maybe Takao can even find a tactful way to express that sentiment now that he's completely sure Buddy won't show up and cut up whatever skin his swimsuit leaves showing. Anyway, when he finishes one length back and forth of the pool, he puts his elbows up on the edge of the shallow end and smiles at her.]

I'd say let's have a hold-your-breath contest, but Hanyuu-chan looks so tired, I'm not even sure we should.

Wednesday

[takanome]

[After lunch, feeling vaguely cranky, Takao wanders out of the kitchen into the lobby. He catches sight of a stray snack and spends a subjective hour wondering whether he really needs it after he just had such an unsatisfying lunch, or for that matter if this is really the most sanitary eating surface. But whatever. He pops it into his mouth. That was actually six seconds, the clock's face tells him. You didn't follow the five second rule. Screw you, clock, he thinks back, I've got a strong immune system. If I die this young, it won't be from--

Finishing that thought would be really unfortunate. Fortunately, Roxy's voice reaches his ears around this time, and Takao turns his face to her, smiling brilliantly at her offer.]

Hell yeah I do!

[muties]

[ Squints a bit... through the flour. But... ok, Poland, o k. ]

Butts.

[ they go in panties! ]

[muties]

Ok, well. I open my booklet to a random person, and all you have to answer is whether they're Hot or Not!

[ Flips open to a random profile, in this case Astrid. ] So, Hot or Not?

[okuri]

That wouldn't kill me. [ Injure him greatly sure, but he's had worse, hazard of the Nabari (read: ninja) world. His eyes dart to the stun baton, but he's not all too worried about such a simple weapon. ]

... [Though most of the words are lost on him, it dawns on him that the man does have a point in his ramblings. He takes no further action, though he doesn't back down either.]

You talk too much. But you're not worth my life. [ In the most literal sense of the words.]

[stupidly]

[HE SURE TRIES. Or does he...]

Mm... [He doesn't want to admit that it does seem pretty hopelessly solid after a week, but. It sure does.]

...It can't possibly be so impossible to escape that no one will be able to figure it out, though.

[stupidly]

[That's true camaraderie right there, if nothing else...]

Um. [A GOOD QUESTION INDEED. His expression scrunches up a little, so presumably he's trying to think.]

...Well. Even if we know that we aren't really here for as long as it feels, waiting for a long time might still bother some, right?

[Little does he know it'll be YEARS.]